Practically Perfect

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
'essence, practical, dare'

PRACTICALLY PERFECT!

I wish that I were practical!

I wish that I could wield

A hammer and a chisel

Or plough a rustic field.

I cannot open tin cans,

I cannot paper walls,

I cannot tat or crochet

Or run-up home-made smalls.

I do not dare get busy

With a gimlet or an axe,

And I often need assistance

When I'm working out my tax!

The essence of my problem

Lies in parentage, I fear,

For neither of my parents

Were practical, that's clear.

But I've found there's always someone

To do these things for me,

All I need to bleat is 'Help!'

And, with alacrity,

Practical people swarm around

To show me what is what

Proving they are everything

That I, poor thing, am not.

So my job in life is obvious!

Maybe I can't build shelves,

But I do make other people

Feel darned good about themselves.

When they're comparing themselves with me

They're certain of their worth.

Maybe that's why the cack-handed
Are the true salt of the earth.
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ELECTRICITREE

I've been completely captivated
By an article which stated
That there's a charge of elctricity
Which can be tapped from a growing tree!
Not enough to save the earth
But an amount of a certain worth.
Enough to power small alarms
In bush-fire-threatened spots, like farms.
At the moment men patrol
Watching for bush-fires; that's their role.
There are also alarms which are quite expensive,
Covering areas more extensive.
If we used the power of a tree
It's small alarm, periodically,
Sending items of information
Back to the main fire-fighting station,
We'd be saving many an hour
Of man-hours and expensive power.
I'm very keen on this because
In a bush-fire country such as Oz
The looming summer holds a threat
That mankind hasn't defeated yet.
Let's hope it's not a vague pipe-dream
That never gets to the world's main-stream!
I'll listen and wait because, you see,
I like the word 'electricitree!'
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